Doctor Rockter

Jonathon:
He’s the king of sting, Mr. Morphine my friend
Uncle Slam, the medicine man
And I’m a junkie with a big King Kong sized monkey
Crawling up and down my back
Doctor Rockter:
Oh, I’ll help ya son to rearrange your mind
Oh, I’ll help ya son but ya gotta buy this time
I’m your doctor
Jonathon to Doctor:
Help me please, oh Doctor, help me please
Doctor Rockter, you know I need you
Doctor please, my M.D., fix me in my time of need
But, can ya see the fire that’s in my eyes
Jonathon:
It’s the mirror from the wall, that’s on the table
Feeding me little white lies
And I’m wasted in a waste land, I’m a junk man
I got tombstones in my eyes
Ah, help me Uncle Slam, the beast claims another man
Cocaine, Codine, 714, a tuinol blindfold just what I need